Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Weiwei looked at Li Baihan's tall back, and looked at the girls passing by, and couldn't help but turn her head and wink at him, but the man's expression was cold, as if I didn't love anyone.

At this moment, Li Baihan stopped suddenly, and waited for the mother and son who were a few steps behind him to catch up. He pulled down his sunglasses, revealing his bright black eyes like stars, "Why did you go to the back?"

Song Weiwei said: "Chenchen has short legs, so she can't walk fast."

Song Chenchen, who was lying innocently on the gun, looked down at his legs. Although he was not as long as Shushu, he was still young. When he grew up, he would definitely be taller than Shushu.

"Mommy, my legs are very long. Our teacher said that I will definitely grow to 1.9 meters in the future."

Song Weiwei made up the knife with a smile, "You have short legs now."

Song Chenchen: "..."

Li Baihan bent down to pick up Song Chenchen, put it on the trolley case, and carefully told him to pull it steady, then took Song Weiwei's hand and continued to walk forward. The style of painting suddenly changed, and the faces of passers-by were still bloodied.

Wow wow wow wow wow, the handsome guy gives off air-conditioning to others, but he spoils his wife and children.

This contrast is cute, so exciting!

Song Weiwei was led by him, and immediately became the focus of others' attention. She was a little uncomfortable, and pushed the sunglasses on her face, but she heard someone next to her say, "Look, does that girl look familiar?" ?”

"Which one?"

"The one being held by the ruthless president, look at her profile, doesn't she look like that blogger who was trending on Weibo a few days ago?"

"What blogger, she is a sculptor, yes, yes, I didn't expect her to be so beautiful in person. I heard that someone asked her for an autograph a few days ago. Let's take a photo with her."

Several people were talking and eager to come forward, but they were stopped by Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng, "Sorry, my wife doesn't want to be disturbed."

"We just want to take a picture with Mr. Song. Mr. Song, I like your work so much. I will come to you when I make money." One of the girls shouted loudly.

Song Weiwei stopped and looked back at the girls who were blocked. She never thought that such an unpopular profession would have fans. She smiled and compared her heart to them, causing the group of girls to scream.

Li Baihan watched her upright and seductive, his handsome face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to embrace her, "Let's go."

Song Weiwei waved to them, followed Li Baihan and walked forward. Song Chenchen lay on the suitcase and said with a smile, "Mummy is so popular, even Shushu is jealous."

Song Weiwei turned her head to see Li Baihan's expression, she smiled and said, "Are you really jealous?"

Li Baihan was sour all over, "Why didn't I know you were so provocative before?"

Song Weiwei shrugged, "I may not have had room to play before."

Li Baihan looked down at her, they both wore sunglasses, but he could still see the corners of her mouth curled up, he wished he could kiss her in public, let everyone know that she was his, no matter if it was a man or a woman, don't even think about it covet her.

Song Weiwei felt his eyes that seemed to be eating people, and couldn't help but clenched his hand. Li Baihan's evil fire was extinguished by this action. He clenched his hand tightly, and he leaned close to her ear and whispered , "When I go back at night, will you flirt with me too?"

The scorching breath blew against her ears, making Song Weiwei shiver, and You Qi man added an indecent sentence, "Use that restricted-grade posture, huh?"

Song Weiwei: "..."

This person has a restrained and indifferent face, is it really appropriate to say such things in such a large crowd?

They came to the lounge set up next to the terminal building. The lounge was not big, and several sets of sofas were casually combined to form a casual pattern. At this time, someone was sitting on the sofa in the corner.

Seeing them coming in, the man raised his eyes and fixed his eyes on Song Weiwei. He was pleasantly surprised, "Song Song, what a coincidence."

As the man spoke, he stood up to meet him, his eyes fell on Song Weiwei's and Li Baihan's interlocking hands, his expression froze, and then he changed into an expression that he didn't see anything.

He looked at Song Chenchen who was sitting on the suitcase, and said with a smile, "Chenchen, long time no see, do you still remember Uncle Han?"

Song Chenchen replied crisply, "I remember."

Han Shuhuai bent down, wanting to touch Song Chenchen's head, but Song Chenchen dodged it wittily, looking at the man's awkwardly frozen hands in mid-air, he said, "Grandma said, touching the head won't make you grow taller."

Han Shuhuai withdrew his hand, still unable to hide his embarrassment, he looked at Song Weiwei, "Song Song, are you going to play in Beicheng too?"

Li Baihan looked unhappy. He took off his sunglasses and stared at Han Shuhuai, "Mr. Han, Song Song is going to my house."

Han Shuhuai could no longer ignore Li Baihan's existence. He looked back at Li Baihan, his eyes met, and there was hostility in each other's eyes. He said, "So it's President Li. I heard that President Li's late wife looks a bit like Song Song?"

If this sentence fell into the ears of others, they would probably think wildly, but he didn't know that Song Weiwei was Li Baihan's wife, and this sentence would not have the effect of alienating at all.

Li Baihan looked calm, "That's right, Song Song is my wife, but she's not a dead wife. It's too rude for Mr. Han to say that."

"What?" Han Shuhuai was astonished, he never expected this result, "Song Song, is what he said true?"

Song Weiwei sighed. In fact, she didn't want to hurt Han Shuhuai. During this time, Han Shuhuai would send her messages sooner or later, but she basically didn't reply, and she didn't know why he was so persistent.

"Yes, I am his dead wife as you said." Song Weiwei said.

Han Shuhuai's pupils trembled, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Song Song, I didn't mean that, I just..."

Song Weiwei shook her head, "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it. He and I were husband and wife before, but there were a lot of misunderstandings. I was in a car accident and he thought I was dead."

Li Baihan said: "I never believed that you were dead. I have been looking for you all these years."

Even if it was an explanation to outsiders, he didn't want Song Weiwei to misinterpret his feelings for her. After the car accident, he only saw the car that was burnt to nothing but its frame.

He didn't see Song Weiwei. Since no one was alive or dead, he believed that she must still be alive in this world, but she was hiding somewhere and didn't want him to find her.

Han Shuhuai was deeply shocked, his handsome face turned pale.

Li Baihan stared at him, "Mr. Han, excuse me!"

As he said that, he pushed the suitcase, led Song Weiwei, passed Han Shuhuai like a winner in life, and came to the sofa by the window. He picked Song Chenchen up and put him on the sofa.

Song Chenchen took a sneak peek at Han Shuhuai, although he had a lot of opinions on Han Shuhuai's wanting to be his stepfather, but now seeing his shocked appearance, he quietly asked Song Weiwei, "Mommy, will he cry? "

Song Weiwei couldn't bear it, and when she was about to look over there, Li Baihan had already pulled her to sit down, and skillfully blocked her line of sight, so petty, "Don't look at him, just look at me if you want to."

Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so childish?"

Li Baihan hugged her waist, and said confidently: "I'm just naive, anyway, apart from me, I'm not allowed to look at other men, not even women!"

Watching a movie with Song Weiwei that day, he opened the door to a new world, knowing that this world is not just about opposite sex attracting, there are many other situations.

He suddenly felt that being as good as Song Weiwei would not only attract the attention of men, but also attract the attention of women. Thinking of this, his sense of crisis suddenly increased.

Song Weiwei was helpless, "Are you thinking too much?"

"Everything is possible."

Song Weiwei was unable to refute.

She picked up the menu on the table and asked Song Chenchen, "Chenchen, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? Here are steaks and pasta. We can order them and have dinner on the plane later."

First-class meals have privileges, and you can order set meals that cannot be ordered in ordinary seats.

They picked up Song Chenchen at noon and rushed to the airport. At this moment, Song Chenchen was already hungry, and his stomach protested. He and Song Weiwei looked at the menu together, and finally ordered three steak sets.

The waiter came over to confirm the menu and said that it would be delivered directly to the plane in a while, and they could eat on the plane.

After ordering the meal, Song Weiwei saw from the corner of her eye that the seat where Han Shuhuai was sitting just now was empty, and he seemed to have left. She was relieved, and met Li Baihan's gaze when she looked away.

Li Baihan felt wronged, "Why are you looking for another man?"

Song Weiwei quickly covered his mouth with her hand, and glanced at Song Chenchen. Seeing him watching the planes taking off and landing outside the window, she felt relieved, and whispered in Li Baihan's ear, "Are you still paying?"

Li Baihan pursed his lips and pecked lightly on her palm, Song Weiwei quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been burned, there was really nothing she could do with this rascal man, she gave him a vicious look, then sat across from him, ignoring him.

At this time, Li Baihan still had no sign of the boss, he raised his foot to gently touch the toe of her shoe, and when Song Weiwei ignored him at first, he had to push an inch to touch her calf.

Song Weiwei couldn't bear it anymore, she gritted her teeth and said, "Li Baihan!"

Li Baihan showed her a flattering smile, then took her hand and wrote on her palm, "I was wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

If this sentence came out of his mouth, it would appear plain and perfunctory, but when he wrote it solemnly on his palm, it would look special. Su, Song Weiwei softened her attitude in spite of herself.

At this moment, the announcement sounded in the lobby, reminding them that their flight was about to take off, and passengers were asked to prepare to board.

Song Weiwei stood up and stretched out her hand towards Song Chenchen. Song Chenchen stood up and was picked up by Song Weiwei. The family of three walked out of the lounge, and a flight attendant came to take them on the plane first.

Half an hour later, the plane was flying smoothly in the sky, and the set meal ordered in the lounge just now was delivered to them. The steak was fried very well, and Song Chenchen was so hungry that stars appeared in front of his eyes. He ate it with a fork.

Li Baihan cut up his own steak and put it on his plate. After watching him finish eating, he looked at him lovingly, "Are you full?"

Song Chenchen nodded vigorously, "Ang!"

Feeling sleepy after eating full, Li Baihan called the flight attendant to take away the plate, Song Chenchen yawned long, Li Baihan helped him to adjust the seat down so that he could lie down more comfortably, and asked the flight attendant to bring a blanket to cover him .

After a while, Song Chenchen fell asleep.

Song Weiwei said: "You didn't eat anything just now, do you want to order another fast food?"

Li Baihan shook his head, "I'm not hungry, are you full?"

"Ah."

"Would you like to sleep for a while?" Li Baihan looked down at her, his eyes faded from coldness and sharpness, and became extraordinarily gentle and affectionate.

Song Weiwei shook her head, "I don't want to sleep, I can watch TV."

Xiao Lin downloaded the variety show for her, she clicked on it, took out the earphones while it was loading, and saw Li Baihan approaching, she handed him an earphone, "Do you want to watch it together?"

Li Baihan still had documents to deal with in his briefcase, but it was hard for him to refuse Song Weiwei's invitation. He took the earphones and put them on, and Song Weiwei clicked to play.

After a small commercial, the phone screen suddenly went dark, and two people appeared on the screen, a man and a woman.

Song Weiwei: "..."

She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

She coughed lightly, "Maybe it's funny, Xiao Lin said that this variety show is mainly for funny..."

Before she could finish the word funny, she saw a scene that shocked her pupils. I said, what kind of variety show is this big?Song Weiwei was no longer lucky, she hurried to turn off her phone.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Li Baihan grabbed her hand, raised his eyebrows, "Look again."

Song Weiwei is about to explode, this is obviously not a variety show, what else is there to watch?Grabbed with one hand, she reached out with the other, trying to turn off the phone.

God, what kind of social death scene is this?
Song Weiwei felt that Li Baihan must be taking revenge on her!

"It's about to close." Song Weiwei was about to launch herself into the sky, she growled in her heart, Xiao Lin, you hurt me!

Li Baihan saw her blushing in embarrassment, and teased her enough. He let go of her hand and let her turn off the phone smoothly. The air suddenly fell into silence. Li Baihan leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Song Song, I didn't expect you to watch this in private."

Song Weiwei's current mood is to beat Xiao Lin to death.

What about giving her a variety show?
"This is a misunderstanding. Xiao Lin helped me download it. I don't usually read these things." She was single before, so how could she watch these things? It's too eye-catching.

The corners of Li Baihan's mouth curled up, "If you like to watch it, why don't we make one ourselves?"

"Do you want to play something so wild?" Song Weiwei looked at him in shock. The man looked serious, and the words he said were shocking and frightened her to death.

Li Baihan smiled and said, "If you want, I can cooperate."

Song Weiwei: "..."

"I don't want to!" Song Weiwei gritted her teeth. Under Li Baihan's smiling gaze, she was so ashamed and indignant that her cheeks became hotter and hotter, almost burning spontaneously.

She stood up in embarrassment, "I, I'm going to the bathroom."

After finishing speaking, she ran away, Li Baihan looked at her back, the smile in his eyes became wider and wider, his Weiwei was still so shy, not teased at all, so cute!
Song Weiwei hid in the bathroom, she looked at her face in the mirror, it was covered with red clouds, she didn't know whether it was from shame or anger.

No, when she returns to the studio, she will send Xiao Lin to sweep the ground for half a month. Forget it, half a month is too long. Let her remember it for a week!